From: stegehe@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Clarabell:  An Interlude
Message-ID: <1993Mar11.191102.6346@wkuvx1.bitnet>
Date: 11 Mar 93 19:11:01 CST

	They watched the sun slowly sink behind the hills and the 
fiery glow on th elake fade into darkness.  He eyed her shadowy
figure, accentuated by the moonlight, as the tension from within began
to fuel his animalistic desires.  She followed him, ever so quietly,
as they sought a secluded corner in the barn.  Alone!  At last.  His
hands roamed about her soft back, around to her thighs, and finally
caressing her budding nipples.  Oh, how smooth and succulent she was! 
"Was is so wrong?", he asked himself.  No, he thought, for his father
had done it, as did his father, ad infinitum.  The boiling,
uncontrollable rage within him became unbearable.  She signalled her
eagerness, spreading her legs, as he grasped her nipples again. 
Stroking, again and again, longer each time.  It began coming;  again,
again, again, again.  His mind raced with the fear "Will it stop?".
Exhausted, he lay down beside her.  "Dear God, what have I done?". 
Suddenly, his father burst in.  His eyes burned as he stared for what
seemed an eternity.  Finally, his father spoke.
	"Son, you ain't supposed to milk the damn cow till mornin'!"

FOR ALL YOU COW LOVERS OUT THERE.